"Champagne!" he said, "A good brand, too!" This man was certainly an enigma.

Iris wrinkled her pretty forehead in the effort to place him in a fitting category.

His words and accent were those of an educated gentleman, yet his actions and manners were studiously uncouth when he thought she was observing him.

The veneer of roughness puzzled her.

That he was naturally of refined temperament she knew quite well, not alone by perception but by the plain evidence of his earlier dealings with her.